The sheltering tree

Mozambique 1993, breathing more freely again after many years of devastating conflict and war.

A tree. Branches and foliage spreading in a grand circle up around the trunk. In its shelter underneath some hundred women assembled, with children and a few men. There is a spirit of calm, of peace, of community about the place. A certain harmony, a return to a natural state of being. A place free from the hidden landmines which would continue making much of the countryside unsafe to set foot on for many years to come.